and now all those innocent hears have hardened they're out looking for love on a saturday night in a coup de ville
now everybody's got their secret as the night comes down like a guillotine
we're out looking for permanent love in the middle of a city full of broken homes where all the boys want to use you and all the girls want to cry and nothing works like it used to and you can't remember your lines
i heard about a housewife sleeping in the wrong bed head a rumour that elvis has risen from the dead i've seen a lot of lovers been programmed to lose seen a civilisation proclaiming the blues